Nice to Meet You - La Deuxième Partie

As she stirred in her sleep she realized that something wonderful was tantalizing her senses. Biscuits...cheese...bacon...
Rubbing her eyes as she adjusted to the sunlight streaming through the semi-open curtains, she sat up and immediately realized that she was starving. Catching her reflection in the mirror across the room, she smoothed her hair down and admired how her face seemed to glow. Stretching her arms up she fell back against the warm sheets and figured she'd sleep another five minutes. As soon as she closed her eyes she felt a pair of lips on hers. Eyes fluttering open, she was greeted by the wonderful dimples and teeth that was he.

And then she realized that she was in his bed and not the one in her hotel room. Cursing herself silently, she reached up to hug him and pull his body down on top of hers.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby." she responded

Pulling the comforter away from her body he lowered himself to place his mouth on her box, sliding his tongue deep between her lips before standing up and walking out of the room. Becoming frustrated with the lack of completion, she stood up and walked into the bathroom to clean up Niagra Falls that he'd brought on. Smiling at the packaged toothbrush and facecloth laying side by side on the sink, she proceeded to brush her teeth and wash her face. She started to feel strange...like something was off, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was.

Sighing to herself, she padded out of the bathroom and grabbed a red chambray shirt of his from off of his desk chair to slip on. Her feet were kind of cold so she opened one of his dresser drawers to grab a pair of socks and lucky her, it was the drawer she was looking for. Grabbing a navy pair of booties, she noticed a picture on the side of the drawer. She pulled it out and saw it was him and a woman smiling, sitting on the steps of what seemed to be a courthouse. It was a candid shot...she noticed that they were holding hands and it seemed to be a happy day.

Turning the picture over, she felt her stomach drop before she even read the rushed script: Sweetheart, we have the rest of our lives.

She put the picture back and slowly closed the drawer. Her breath was becoming shallow and her head started pounding. Putting the socks on top of the dresser she turned around and leaned against the drawers, concentrating on catching her breath.

"I fucking knew it was too good to be true." she mumbled.

She looked around for her clothes and didn't see any of them anywhere in the room. She walked over to the edge of the bed and had a seat, willing her head to stop spinning and for her clothes to magically appear. She had to get out of there. Now.

Forcing herself up, she walked into the kitchen on him setting up the table for two with breakfast that he was pulling from the oven. Ignoring her hunger pains she looked at the spread of scrambled eggs, biscuits, jam, fruit, cheese, bacon, tea and coffee he had set up. Refusing to look at him, he noticed something was up and asked what was wrong. He frowned because she did not look well. Walking over to her, he placed the back of his hand on her forehead to check for fever. She closed her eyes and said "Can you tell me where my clothes are please?"

He searched her face for some kind of indication of what was going on but found none. "I think they are in the guest bathroom babe, I can get them for you..." as he started to go get them. She cut him off with "No, I got it." and walked to find them. He followed her to the guest bathroom. She stepped out of his shirt and into her dress that was folded by the sink.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to go."

"Where are you going?"

"I have some things I need to do."

"Right NOW??"

"Yea, right now."

Still refusing to look at him he began to get angry. He didn't know where the fuck this was coming from.

She slipped on her sandals and went to walk past him but he stepped in front of her.

"Kennedy, what is the problem? Can you at least tell me what's wrong?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"Oh you're good??" He began to clench his teeth and stepped aside. "Yea, maybe you SHOULD go then."

Grabbing her bag off the floor, she silently walked down the hallway and pressed the button for the elevator to fetch her.

Stepping into the lobby on the main floor she found her way to the door where the doorman greeted her as he opened the door for her.

"G'morning ma'am."

"Sir."

As she stepped out side she realized that her fucking car wasn't here and that it was back at the restaurant. This infuriated her, forcing her to realize that she'd let her guard down for this man who she thought was perfect, but was far from it. She turned back to the doorman.

"Can you please call me a cab Sir?"

"Certainly m'lady, where is your destination?"

"Davio's Steakhouse please."

He went to call her a cab and it seemed like with every passing moment she became more confused and more hurt. She was so frustrated she didn't even realize she was crying until the doorman handed her a tissue and told her that her cab would be there momentarily. She opted to have a seat in the lobby until then.

Moments later she was in a cab heading to Davio's wondering how the fuck she could've been so stupid. She wondered if she was over-reacting and couldn't tell. Reaching Davio's and finding a valet attendant to find her car...she waited. She felt her phone vibrating in her bag. She didn't feel like talking to anyone as she searched her mind for anything that he might have said about a woman...any woman. She couldn't recall.

Seeing as she wasn't going to pick up her phone he hung up and sat on a bar stool next to the table and stared at all of the food that was out. He needed to understand what the fuck had just happened. He closed his eyes and began to backtrack. He got up and walked into the bedroom. She was fine when he walked out of the room with the taste of her on his lips. He walked into the bathroom and saw that she'd brushed her teeth and washed her face. He came back out and sat on the bed. He didn't fucking get it. He was mad as hell. Rubbing his temples, his eyes focused on a piece of artwork he'd created that was hanging on the wall above his dresser. He dropped his line of vision down to the socks on top of his dresser.
He realized at the same time that he didn't take the socks out and that her car wasn't downstairs. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed the phone off the wall to call downstairs to the lobby.

"Good morning Mr. Barnes, what can I do for you?"

"Mr. Williams..my guest...is she still downstairs?" he asked in a panicked voice.

"No Sir, I put her in a cab to Davio's about fifteen minutes ago."

"Shit..thank you Mr. Williams."

"You're welcome Sir...if it means anything, she was rather...upset.."

"Yes, I know" he said dryly before hanging up.

He walked back into the room over to the dresser and opened up the drawer. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily in a defeated manner and re-opened them to pull out the picture tucked alongside his socks.

"How could I be so fucking stupid?" he mumbled. Shaking his head and feeling like absolute shit for telling her to go, he threw the picture on top of the dresser and walked back into the kitchen to ring her phone again.

to be continued...

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